Being in a foreign place, preferably for the first time, having seen many things and collected new impressions, and returning to an empty hotel room with an hour or so to blow. That mix often yields fine results.

Yes, design can make you happy.

I have done enough bullshit lately, I just have to make time for something better. Something good.

My granddad wanted to become a sign painter and designer, but was stopped; my dad would have had a real talent for language, but was stopped. When I expressed a desire to become a graphic designer, I was not stopped.

My diary entries allow me to keep track of all the things I would like to change about my life.

I discovered that I never really used Helvetica but I like to look at it. I like the VW beetle, too, although I've never driven one.

Drugs feel great in the beginning and become a drag later on.